The Bar Wench and I have arranged a secret assignation in Epsom (home of the more famous salts).
Does anyone have any advice on how best to handle things?
(DS - here you go. On a plate!)
Nick ~ Assuming you don't know what one another looks like an exchange of photographs might be a good idea.
Alternatively you could carry a copy of the Times and wear a red Carnation in your buttonhole. Then if Wench doesn't like the look of you she can catch the next bus out and you'll be none the wiser. She will of course offer a later excuse like "I couldn't get out of work".
With the copy of the Times and the Carnation you could be accosted by some Russians and/or MI5 and open a whole new income stream.
If you have met before what's your problem?
You should, of course, pay for lunch and ~ If you are (a) a gentleman OR (b) scared of Mr Wench and/or Mrs Nick ~ refuse the offer of coffee "back at my place".
Wench ~ all I can suggest is DON'T DO IT!!!!!
